Thursday, January 29, 2009

Great Writing

'I've got one more record. - Have you heard "So Long Letty"? I suppose you have. '
'Honestly, you don't understand - I haven't heard a thing.'
Nor known nor smelt, nor tasted, he might have added; only hot-cheeked girls in hot secret rooms. The young maidens he had known at New Haven in 1914 kissed men saying 'There!' hands at the man's chest to push him away. Now there was this scarcely saved waif of disaster bringing him the essence of a continent...

Tender is the Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald



This is the standard by which great writing ought to be judged.